| Dark of the Morning [closed to Kakashi, Ryouma, Tsume] | [Jul. 7th, 2008|05:22 pm] |
[[Mission of DOOM, 4th thread, Directly follows Bruised and Alone]]
Tsume's clone had run straight for twelve hours. It hadn't been made to grow tired. It hadn't been made to eat. It had been made with one thing in mind: Get home. Get help.
It hadn't been made to feel pain, which was good. Under the ANBU mask, skin sloughed away. All of the poisoned chakra--or as much as possible--had been funneled into it as Tsume had created it. Flesh was gone right down to the bone. It was missing an ear.
It didn't feel pain.
The village wall rose into sight, and the clone gave two heaving leaps before clearing it, flaring her chakra as she ran. Two chuunin fell into step.
"ANBU-san! Where?" one of them shouted.
"Headquarters," the clone snarled, and ran a straight line as the chuunin fanned out, keeping anyone else from intercepting her course, letting her go as fast and as direct as she could. Rooftops shot past under her, barely seen below the edge of her mask.
Moonlight gave her enough to see by, made her armor over-white and the tattoo on one narrow shoulder black against her skin. She focused on headquarters and trusted everyone would feel the ragged edge of chakra and stay out of her way. |
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